Same anon, if you google: archive.org planet of the apes, you will find the whole 14 episode season of the 1974 tv series.
I think you'll find several hunky monkeys to go ape for! ;3
Galen and Urko for two, with Urko being a cop like figure.
I think he'd make for a damn sexy dirty cop ape, taking advantage of his position to do all kinds of inappropriate things to his favorite human prisoner/toy. ;3
Ooohh I'll have to take a look at that!
I've been meaning to play around with drawing the 1970's apes in my style. I'll see if I get around to watching the tv series!
Especially the ones with the bad boy type apes, the villains!
Do you have any Planet of the Apes movies/tv on DVD or digital?
Thank you!! I also really love villains 😩 I specifically adore writing all the drama and twisted perception of the world when writing for characters like Koba.
I don't have any pota on physical DVD, but I have digital copies of the trilogy and Kingdom! That's where I get all my screenshots of the characters from :D
Tight but comfortable. Snug around your neck, the warm leather held you in place like a trance. A heavy, metal chain hung from the collar. On the other end of the chain, a heavy hand gripped the leather loop.
A single witnessing eye stared you down. The milky one, despite its defectiveness, did not lack the intensity of the other. Your legs felt weak, your knees were sore and bruised from the rough wooden floor. The pain kept you focused. It kept you awake. Everything else faded into the background. The gentle crackles of the fire, the jingle of the chain, and your own laboured breathing.
The air felt oppressive around you. The smell of sex had begun to rise in the hut. It mingled with Koba’s musky scent. The smell of ape was something you had to get used to, but it wasn’t as bad as people claimed. It reminded you of horses in a way. An earthy scent mixed with pine and sweat—natural and animalistic. The other humans in the Colony had a similar smell in the summer.
However, there was something special about Koba. There was a deep richness to his scent, like a good whiskey that burned in your throat. You found yourself drawn to it. The smell of sex—the smell of Koba—did something to your mind, just like the tightness of the collar and the harshness of the ape's gaze. Like a weight tied around your limbs, the cacophony of it all pulled you down somewhere dark and quiet. Sometimes you gave in right away, but other times you tried to resist the pull, attempting to anchor yourself in place so you wouldn’t sink.
Fuck. It was hard to resist. You tried not to stare at Koba’s hardening cock, but your efforts proved futile. The moment you caught a glimpse of it, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. A pale red at the shaft as the swell of blood painted the head in a darker crimson—a beautiful gradient from base to tip.
You had never been truly fascinated by apes. When you were younger, they were just another animal in a zoo or on TV. But after the Colony discovered these evolved apes, you developed a sheepish curiosity. You could’ve never guessed how close and personal you would get with one.
They were so human, and yet not. You had been surprised by how human-like their… genitals were. You weren’t sure if apes had always had similar reproductive organs to humans or if it had something to do with their evolution. You didn’t want to dwell on it too long. That wasn't relevant now—now, all you could focus on was the throbbing need you tried to keep hidden deep down in your bones.
You got lost in the feeling, drowning beneath the waves, until a tug on the leash brought you back to the surface—not entirely breaching but just enough to breathe once more. You looked up, gaze trailing from the hand holding the leash towards the eyes that had been watching you closely the whole day.
It had started at breakfast. Something in Koba’s eyes had been different. It wasn’t the usual look Koba would send your way when he wanted to ‘relieve a little stress’ as he liked to put it.
Hungry. Starved, even. Koba’s staring went unseen by everyone but you. The bonobo could be incredibly shifty when he wanted to, a carefully crafted facade hiding the carnal desire in his eyes. To everyone else, there was nothing out of the ordinary; to them, Koba’s occasional looks thrown in the human’s direction were ones of hatred and disgust.
You knew better.
That look in the bonobo’s eyes had taken you to his private little home on the edge of the Village, on your hands and knees, your brain slowly turning into mush.
You and Koba had a routine by now, much to the ape’s dismay. You did not care. You felt as though you were in heaven. A scowl warped Koba’s face the moment you were naked on the floor, a collar around your neck. But in that scowl was want. A need that mirrored your own.
Koba tugged on the leash, and it made you gasp. Your eyes were hazed over—an interesting response that Koba had noticed the first time you two had done something like this. It hadn’t been the first time you had sex together, but the first time you had properly fucked like animals. Koba had been hunting with Grey and Stone, and a couple of other apes. Unbeknownst to them, a pack of wolves had been stalking the same herd of elk. Long story short, the hunt had been a disaster, and Koba had been left agitated. One of their horses had died during the fight, and one of the hunters had sustained a serious injury.
You had bothered him all evening after he had gotten back from the hunt, which wasn’t unusual. In public, your relationship was antagonistic. Koba dished out insult after insult, and you answered in turn. You weren’t easily discouraged, and Koba had to admit, you were rather quick-witted. But that day, Koba was the farthest thing from a patient ape. He decided to give you what you wanted and then some, that night he had been rough and unforgiving—not holding back as he took what he wanted. He let his frustrations out on you with as much honesty as he was capable of.
For a moment, Koba had been worried he’d gone too far when he saw the bruises and bite marks on your delicate skin. Not because he cared, but because he could get in serious trouble over damaging Caesar’s ‘peace treaty’ with the humans. And—he would never admit—he had come to get used to your little routine and didn't want it to end so soon.
But instead of getting angry, instead of yelling, instead of staring at Koba in disbelief and horror… you, in a state of bliss and on the verge of losing consciousness, had begged for more with barely coherent words. That night, Koba had his first taste of addiction. Koba had felt powerful. To be able to reduce such an annoying parasite to a blabbering mess was invigorating.
It had been the most intense sex he’d ever had. You and Koba had fucked until early morning. And after you both were sated, you had insisted on having a ‘serious conversation’ when all he wanted was to sleep and not listen to a human’s nagging.
To your credit, you had managed to catch Koba’s interest once you insinuated he could do this again. You had a long and strange discussion—mostly one-sided as Koba was too tired to speak. But you had brought up something he found rather interesting. You had admitted to liking how rough Koba had been with you. The complete disregard for your pleasure, as strange as it may seem, had made it all the more exciting for you. The way he had pinned you down, left you helpless, as if you were a mere toy…
This admission had already engaged Koba’s full attention, but what you said next took him by surprise.
“I want you to treat me like a dog,” you had said, eyes avoiding his as your cheeks tinted with warmth.
At first, Koba was insulted, even a bit enraged. A human wanting to be treated like an animal? As though that’s something you can just choose? Apes had been forced to be pets, test subjects, and property to be owned and used. And now, a human was asking him to return the favour. A human was asking him to pay in kind, to take revenge on behalf of his species. Well, when you put it like that…
Koba could use and abuse you. He could yell at you, hit you, belittle and degrade you all he wanted, and you would welcome it—you would love it. You would beg for more.
The more Koba thought about it, the more it intrigued him. He could hurt a human with no consequences and violate the little parasite as much as his heart desired. He could keep you as his prisoner and have his way with you, at least for a few hours at a time.
Koba gave it much careful thought—a lot of detailed consideration and contemplation. And after a particularly enjoyable night of ‘thinking to himself’, he found that he quite liked the idea of a human pet.
And that night had brought you to this moment. Koba stood tall, proud, with a wicked grin stretched across his lips, staring down at the naked human before him. His hand played with the heavy leash, tugging at it as he saw fit. Just a few minutes ago, you had been ever so entitled, walking around Ape Village as though you were one of them. And now, you were beneath them. With that stupid look on your face, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide with desire—a desire for Koba.
He enjoyed it more than he probably should. He enjoyed the feeling of total domination, of ownership over another. Finally, he would be on the other side of the cage.
Koba took it slow with you to begin with, simply admiring the view and letting the humiliation settle in. You were not allowed to move unless told to. You would stay perfectly still, barely breathing unless Koba permitted it.
You, vulnerable and helpless, sat obediently with only a slight shuffle. When you had begun to fidget, Koba let you. He enjoyed how uncomfortable this part of your little game was for you. The part where you were still too aware of your surroundings, too stubborn to fully give in. Koba knew by now that it brought a nice fuzzy feeling to you. You wanted the unease; you craved it.
The deep embarrassment and debasement of it all made the sex that much more exciting and pleasurable when you were pushed down into that simple mindset where you didn’t have to think. You could only feel. And you’d take whatever Koba would give you.
A healthy blush had spread across your face, a conflict apparent in your unfocused gaze. That was when Koba decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He tugged harshly on the leash, prompting you to gasp and brace yourself on your hands. Koba chuffed in amusement. He guided you to crawl towards him until you were right before him. There was still a glimmer of defiance in your lust-darkened eyes—like a twinkle of hope in a black, starless sky.
That was fine. Koba liked it when you had just a bit of fight left. It made it a much sweeter feat to break you down into nothing.
Yes, you would break. You would break and be moulded by Koba’s hands.
His cock rested against his thigh, half hard. You eyed it with a mixture of want and disgust. One more tug on the leash brought your face dangerously close to his crotch. Your hands came up to hold onto his thighs, fingers burying themselves into his fur.
He felt your breath against his skin. There was a pause. Heavy and tense.
The feel of Koba's coarse fur was nice against your skin. Holding onto something helped ground you. Koba's scent was so much stronger now. This close to him, the smell was overwhelming. You’d never tell Koba, but you had come to love that smell. That smell meant a night of intense, raw fucking.
You knew Koba was beginning to get impatient—the ape liked to tease but couldn't handle waiting when there was something he wanted. You more often than not used his lack of discipline against him.
You began by inching closer to Koba's crotch, feeling the ape's muscles tense as you slowly licked a wet stripe up the shaft. You repeated the motion a couple of times, mouthing along the underside once the dark cock hardened fully and stood proudly against Koba's abdomen.
Tug.
You kissed the head and swirled your tongue around it.
Another tug.
You took it into your mouth with a soft moan.
Koba's hand held the leash white-knuckled, and he groaned through gritted teeth. The chain jingled before it was pulled taut.
These were the only times you had any power over Koba. Out in public, it was Caesar who kept Koba at bay. Behind walls, in the cover of the waterfall, in the trees just on the outskirts of Ape Mountain, away from Caesar, you were helpless and at Koba's mercy. But here on your knees, you had power, even if it was small compared to what Koba would do to you in return. Still, you cherished the momentary change in dynamic.
But eventually, as always, Koba seized the first opportunity to take control. He let go of the leash and, with both hands, grabbed a fistful of your hair—so similar to ape fur but all too soft to belong to one.
He wove thick fingers into it, the force pulling at your scalp. Enough games. He was pent up, cock aching, and his lungs felt too small for air. He did not give you a warning. Instead, without missing a beat, he thrust his hips forward while keeping you still by your head. A warm, wet mouth enveloped the full length of his dick, and he grunted as you choked around it. Apes weren’t big on ‘flashy, fancy’ stuff like blowjobs and leading each other on a leash—this one pathetic human had become his only outlet to let go and indulge. He was microdosing on power, feeding scraps to the dark pit in his mind. Never satisfied, it only became hungrier.
The vice-like grip of his hands made you groan around him, the sound muffled as his cock filled your mouth. Koba's cock wasn't big—at least, not like you've seen in humans. It was on the thinner side, which you didn't particularly mind. What had caught you off guard the first time, however, was the length. His cock easily reached past your uvula, the curved head rubbing against the walls of your throat, as though looking for a pussy to breed.
You kept up the tempo well enough by now, moving up and down on his shaft, taking more and more of him each pass. As your mouth filled with cock and saliva, you reminded yourself to breathe through your nose. But despite your best efforts, that didn't last very long. Your subconscious was already slipping away from you, melting away on each down-stroke of your tongue along the hard shaft.
What was air? Did you really need it? You couldn't bring yourself to prioritise it when that sweet, familiar feeling was creeping through your veins like a poison. It tingled through your nerves. Delicious and sweet. And your mind only begged for more of it.
An addiction on both ends of the chain.
You managed to stop yourself from gagging as Koba's entire cock made itself at home in your mouth. The coarse hairs at his crotch tickled your nose, and your chin rested against his warm sac. His grip on your hair softened, and his thrusts slowed to a steady rhythm, methodical; each one designed to pull out just enough to feel the clench of your throat around him.
"Stupid," he spat down at you. His never-wavering glare fixated on you. You were a state; drool pooled at the corners of your lips, and tears prickled in your eyes. "Stupid dog." The collar tightened once more with another tug of the leash, this time not to guide you, but to taunt you. The hard leather closing around your neck made you struggle for air. Yes, you were stupid. You couldn't even breathe properly. Just how foolish were you? Thinking you were ever better than this, when this was where you belonged, inhaling ape ballsweat while having your throat fucked like a fleshlight.
You were nothing but a stupid dog.
Worse than that.
You were a bad dog—a mutt who didn't even know its place.
A long whine left you, and your legs quivered; the space between began to ache. The bottom of your stomach felt endless, a tenseness settled in your muscles, and your bones felt heavy. And the heat that grew within you became unbearable.
Stupid, undeserving dog.
You barely noticed Koba had stopped moving ages ago. The only thing moving your mouth along his cock was you. The momentum of your debasement clouded your mind and drove you forward. You had to apologise. You had to redeem yourself in his eyes. The delicious taste of his cock was your reward, the head plugging your throat a punishment for not doing a good enough job.
Your body was undeserving of his cock. You were taking a warm, willing hole away from him with your disgusting lack of value. A waste of space. Koba could be fucking a hot cunt right now, and yet he isn't. And it's your fault. You couldn't hold back the sobs that shook through you. You were caught between inches of wanting more and not being able to take it. And yet, you persevered. You pushed through tears and sputters, and pleased him with your throat-pussy. Yes, you would let Koba breed your mouth. That would bring you closer to forgiveness. Your stomach would be the womb that bears him young. You'd savour every drop.
And as quickly as it started, it suddenly came to an end. With a guttural groan, Koba's cock was twitching on your tongue, cumming his load deep down your throat.
That sweet, thick spend. The feeling of it shooting down to your stomach made you moan, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Suddenly, you were pulled off his dick by your hair. He kept you held up like that for a moment, his eye regarded you with a look between disgust and slowly ravelling lust. Your eyes were barely in focus as you struggled to look back at him. Your throat felt raw, and the groan that left it was rough and scratchy.
Yes, bark for me, Koba thought to himself as he watched you simmer in your own debasement. And then, you were unceremoniously dropped to the floor with a thump. It knocked you out of your lust-briddled haze, and you sent a glare in the ape's way as you slowly came back to.
"Well fuck you, too," you said groggily. Fuck, it felt as if you'd been hit by a truck a couple of hundred times.
The ape only huffed at you in turn.
You sighed. Just as you'd gotten to the golden spot, the state of utter bliss that was a constant feedback loop of pleasure. Of course, he had to go and rattle you out of it.
As Koba relaxed in the aftermath, leaning against the creaky table in his hut, you pushed yourself up from the floor. The sound of your collar's chain jingled as you gathered it in your hands.
At that moment, an idea struck you.
It was about time Koba got a taste of his own medicine.
Hello! I'll try to keep this part short and sweet, but thank you for taking the time to read this and getting to know the man behind the smut!
I am a bi/pansexual autistic man with a deep passion and love for primates of all kinds! My wife is the love of my life, but monkeys are a very close second...
My forte is writing degenerate and disgusting m/m stuff with lots of kinky goodness. My favourite characters to write for are Caesar, Koba, Anaya, Proximus, and Robbie!
You can also find me on:
Blusky: ofapesandmen
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I really love and appreciate all the messages and asks I get 🥹 I know last year got very dry fast, but I'm gonna be working hard this year to post content as much as I can!
My goal is to have more of a consistent posting schedule. I know I'll be able to post art every day, but I'm not entirely sure how often fics will be updated. I don't want to overwhelm myself, so as a baseline I can only promise 1 fic per month for now <3
so 'Bad Dog' the Koba petplay fic will be posted by the end of this month! Rejoice!
hmmm although... if I'm only posting once a month on this blog I fear I'm feeding y'all crumbs if I don't post my art here as well.
I wanted to reserve my art only for bluesky so that my daily ape art wouldn't clog my blog too much, but would y'all want to have daily or weekly art posts?
I really love and appreciate all the messages and asks I get 🥹 I know last year got very dry fast, but I'm gonna be working hard this year to post content as much as I can!
My goal is to have more of a consistent posting schedule. I know I'll be able to post art every day, but I'm not entirely sure how often fics will be updated. I don't want to overwhelm myself, so as a baseline I can only promise 1 fic per month for now <3
so 'Bad Dog' the Koba petplay fic will be posted by the end of this month! Rejoice!
I actually found you through r34 and your fnaf art and went out of my way to find you on the only sm I'm on because DAYUMN you draw some BANGERS
Hot + depraved + respect the craft so much
Thank you so much!!
Apparently a lot of my followers (mostly on twitter) find me through r34 first. At least back in the day. Haven't had my drawings reposted in a while tbh
I don't post on twitter anymore, so if you wanna see more of my depraved art I highly suggest you take a look at bluesky! I'm slowly growing the nsfw POTA community on there <3
I hope this year I'm able to challenge myself more and draw all the hot monkey goodness I can
